Randomness and sulking.

I'm apparently cute when I'm sulking. I don't sulk at all well. I can mope for Ireland, but I can't sulk. Or when I do I just look "cute." Hmmph. Sulking now.

I have decided I need a holiday. I'm thinking camping somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Preferably with trees and a beach. All I need is a new spork and I'm good to go. Maybe a tent, too.

Niamh's first Communion is the 18th. I knew I'd something important on then, but couldn't remember what. We were talking about it today, er, yesterday over lunch and she mentioned that she's "getting the holy bread this Sunday." This annoys me for two reasons. It's not "holy bread" it's the Eucharist. And this Sunday isn't the 18th. What is it, some sort of trial run to see if they gag on it? Even if it's unconsecrated it's still a bit weird to me. And if it is consecrated, what the hell is the first Communion ceremony for? I was rather pleased that the ceremony is in a normal Mass to make it more part of the community but now I'm annoyed. And cos I'm not her mammy I can't storm up to the school demanding that they give me answers, damnit! And what the hell is the school doing teaching her that it's called "holy bread"? Oooooh! and hmmph.

Related: I need a pretty dress by Sunday week. Balls. I've an orange broderie thing that needs a lot of work to make it not be incredibly boobie revealing, which normally I'm all in favour of, just not in a church and not when certain family members are around. Don't want to wear a dress, not allowed suit. Hmmph. Not allowed wear the black dresses of boobie revealage cos they're black and reveal boobies. Hmmph. I have scarves to hide that!

I wants a vroom vroom. Someone's trying to talk me out of it. Don't want a metal death box, want a vroom vroom. Vroom! Then again, I can't ride astride and I don't think vroom vrooms come with side sadles. Do they? Hmmph.

And now I'm going to have breakfast. I'm thinking eggy bread, rashers and a steaming mug of sweet tea. Om nom nom nom nom.

Bah

Now working tomorrow instead of Thursday. I had plans for tomorrow. They involved an essay and sleep and dying my hair. I do not want to get up at half four tomorrow! I do not want to get home at half eleven tomorrow! I do not want one to be in the morning and the other in the evening! I do not want! I especially do not want to have to spend the rest of this beautiful day working on my competency documents so I can get about 50 things signed off on tomorrow. I want a rock to crawl under and I just want to run away and hide until the fail goes away or the world ends. Wail. Edit: Sarah, this is precisely why you has laptop, remember. It works outside, too ya know... Dear gods but I'm fick today.

This is not helped by no sleep last night and five million and one things on my to do list. Five million and three ahem, two if you include sleep. Whinge.